I used to work at a thrift store (recently quit, bless) and it was hell. But there was this one lady who always came in and went through my cash. Every time she did, she brought me a pop and fruit, because the shifts are long and she wanted me to keep my energy up. She also always put "beautiful" before my name, so she called me "my beautiful X" I'm really going to miss her. She was the best thing about that job.
It’s that one nice customer that makes your day better.